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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.