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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.