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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.