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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.