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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.