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 Maldives 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Franke,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.