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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.