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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Swans,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.