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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Index,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.