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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.