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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.