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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.