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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Monks,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
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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.