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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.