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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Television,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.