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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.