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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.