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 Senegal 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 linndrum 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.