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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
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 Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.