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 Algeria 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.