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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.