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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
The Busters,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.