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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.