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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.