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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.