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 Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.