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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.