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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.