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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Magma,
X-102,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.