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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Swans,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.