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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.