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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Index,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Scion,
Wings,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.