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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.