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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.