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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Smog,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
10cc,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.