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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.