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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.