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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.