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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.