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 Liberia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.