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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.