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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.