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 Belgium and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.