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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Yellowson,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.