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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Ossler,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.