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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.