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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.