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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.