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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.