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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.