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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.