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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.