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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the punk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.