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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.