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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.