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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Visage,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.