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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.