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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
DNA,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.