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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.