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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
ABC,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.