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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Smiths to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.