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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.