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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
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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.