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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.