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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Names to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.