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 Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.