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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
JFA,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.