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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
June Days,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.