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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.