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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.