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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Wire,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.