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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Television,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.