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 France and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.