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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.