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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.