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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.