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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Can,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.