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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.