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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.