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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
The Doors,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.