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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.