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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.