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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
the Association,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.