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 China and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Mars,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.