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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin 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 The Barracudas to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.