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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 snare 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 Television Personalities 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Monks,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.