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 Sri Lanka 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Television,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.