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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Red Krayola to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
cv313,
The Residents,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.