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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.