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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.