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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.