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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Main Source,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.