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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.