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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.