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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.