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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.