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 Papua New Guinea 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.