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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.