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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
The Busters,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.