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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Television,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.