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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.