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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Can,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.