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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.