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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.