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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.