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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Visage,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.