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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
UT,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.