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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.