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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Magma,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.