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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.