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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Index,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.