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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Magma,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.