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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.