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 Norway 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Smog,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.