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 Iceland 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.