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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.