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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.