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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.