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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.