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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Nas,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.