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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.