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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.