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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.