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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.