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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.