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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.