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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.