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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.