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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.