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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.