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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.