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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.