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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.