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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Can,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.