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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Mr. Review 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.