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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.