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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.