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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.