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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.