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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.