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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.