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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.