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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.