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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.