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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.