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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.