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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
The Index,
JFA,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.