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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.