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 East Timor and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.