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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.