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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.