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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.