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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.