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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.