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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.