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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.