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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.