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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Technova,
Yazoo,
DNA,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.