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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.