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 Palau 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.