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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.