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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Magma to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Fugs,
10cc,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.