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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.