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 Ethiopia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.