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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.