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 India and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.