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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Nico,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.