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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.