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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.