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 London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.