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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.