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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Technova,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.