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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Warsaw 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.