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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 snare 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
June Days,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.