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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Wire to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.