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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.