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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.