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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.