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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
MDC,
Ludus,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.