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 Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.