Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.