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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.