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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.