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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Slave 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.