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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.