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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.