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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Can,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.