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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.