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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.