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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Chrome,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.