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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.