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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.