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 Yemen 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
cv313,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.