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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.