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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.