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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.