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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.