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 East Timor and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.