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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.