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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.