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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.