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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.