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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Television,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.