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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.