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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.