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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.