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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.