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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.