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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.