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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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?
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Nas,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.