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 Austria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.