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 San Marino 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.