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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.