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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.