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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
The Move,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.