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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cowsills to the rap 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.