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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.