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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 June of 44 to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.