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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.