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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.