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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Starr to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Faust,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.