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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
X-102,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.