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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.