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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.