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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Cameo,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.