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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Excepter 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 disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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?
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.