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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.