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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.