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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.