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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.