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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 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 a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.