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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.