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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.