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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
MDC,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.