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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 David McCallum 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.