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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.