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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.