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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.