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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.