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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.