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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Yaz,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.