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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.