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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.