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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
CMW,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.