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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Index,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.