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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.