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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.