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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.