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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.