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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.