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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.