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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Index,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.