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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Durutti Column to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Ten City,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.