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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Technova,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.