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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.