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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.