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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.