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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.