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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Toasters to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.