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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.