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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Technova,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Can,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.