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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Rakim,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.