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 Turkey 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 Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.