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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
New Order,
Index,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.