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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.