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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.