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 Italy and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.