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 Denmark and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.