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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.