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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
MC5,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.