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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.