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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.