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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.