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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.