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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.