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 Barbados and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.