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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 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 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
EPMD,
the Association,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Neil Young,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Can,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.