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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Franke,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.