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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.