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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.