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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.