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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Urselle,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Cluster,
The Doors,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.