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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.