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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Khruangbin 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.