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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 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 Gladiators to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.