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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
PIL,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.