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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.