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 Pakistan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.