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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.