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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.