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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real 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.