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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Television,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.