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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.