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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.