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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.