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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Index,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
a-ha,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.