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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
CMW,
The Standells,
John Cale,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.