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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.