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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.