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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
JFA,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.