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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.