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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Make Up,
10cc,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.