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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.