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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.