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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
June Days,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.