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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.