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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.