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 Chad 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.