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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
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.