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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.