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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.