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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.