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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.