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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.