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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Brick,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.