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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
ABBA,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.