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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Monks,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.