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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.