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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.