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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.