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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
MC5,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.