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 Uruguay 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.