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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
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.