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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.