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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.