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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Organ,
Monks,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.