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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.