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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Schoolly D 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.