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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
MDC,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.