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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.