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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.