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 Canada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the electroclash 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.