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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
UT,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.