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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.