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 Macedonia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Liliput 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.