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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Television,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.