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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.