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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.