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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Josef K,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.