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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.