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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
a-ha,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.