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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Skarface,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.