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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.