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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.