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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.