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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Wings,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.