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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.