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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 snare and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.