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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
a-ha,
World's Most,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.