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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Fall,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.