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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.