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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.