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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
PIL,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.