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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.