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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Crime to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Smog,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
JFA,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.