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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Index to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.