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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.