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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.