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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.