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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.