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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.