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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.