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 Mozambique 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Move 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.