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 India and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.