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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.