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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.