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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Mars,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.