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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.