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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.