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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.