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 Gabon and from New York.
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 Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.