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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.