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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.