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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.