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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.