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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.