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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.