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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.