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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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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.