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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.