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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.