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 Germany 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Faust to the rap 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.