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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.