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 Libya and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
JFA,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.