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 China and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Cluster,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.