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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.