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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.