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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.