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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Franke,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Smog,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.