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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.