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 Liechtenstein 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.