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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.