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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.