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 Grenada 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.