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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.