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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Pole to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.