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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.