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 Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.