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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.