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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.