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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.