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 Vanuatu 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.