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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.