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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.