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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.