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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.