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 Zimbabwe 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.