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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Inner City,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.