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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 David Bowie 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.