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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 theremin 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
The Index,
the Human League,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.