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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.