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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.