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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.