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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.