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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
cv313,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Moebius,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.