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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
The Busters,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.