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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.