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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Fear,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.