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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.