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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.