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 Nepal 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.