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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.