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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Organ,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.