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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.