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 Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.