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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.