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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.