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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.