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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.