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 Belarus 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Little Man,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Technova,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.