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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.