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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Inner City,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.