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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.