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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Suicide,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.