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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.