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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.