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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.