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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Bill Near 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Cymande,
Q65,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.