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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Skriet,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.