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 Iran and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Smog,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.