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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.