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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.