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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.