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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.