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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Index,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.