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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.