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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.