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 France and from Salvador.
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 Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.