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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.