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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.