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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.