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 Peru 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.