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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.