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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.