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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.