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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.