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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.