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 Croatia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Index,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.