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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.