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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.