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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.