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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.