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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.