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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.