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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.