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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the rock 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.