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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.