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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The Remains,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.