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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.