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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.