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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.