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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.