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 Bahrain 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.