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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.