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 New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 DJ Style to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
New Order,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.