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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.