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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.