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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s 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 Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.