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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.