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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.