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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.