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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.