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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.