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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.