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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Organ,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.