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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.