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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Section 25 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
June Days,
Slave,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.