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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.