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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.