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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.