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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.