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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.