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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.