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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.