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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.