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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.