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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Index,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.