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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.