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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.