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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.