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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin 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 disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.