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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.