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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oneida 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.