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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.