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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Vogues to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.