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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Vogues 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.