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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Faust,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.