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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.