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 Djibouti 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
June Days,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.