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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.