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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.