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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.